Page 20 of Love in the Stacks
I scrunch my nose. “Really?”
She shrugs again. “I’m not looking for ‘the one’, Nicole. I’m just having fun. But, hey,” she adds, “I’m sorry for making you come out, and about Dylan. What a Dyl-hole.”
I bark out a laugh. “Don’t worry about it. I’m focused on work right now anyway. I’m not interested in dating.”
She’s quiet for a few steps. “Liv?” I question.
“If you say so,” she acquiesces.
When we reach the car, I grin at her. “In-N-Out on the way home?”
“Yes, definitely. I’m starving.”
Lying in bed later that night, I think, if nothing else, at least this experience got me through the seemingly insurmountable hurdle—and least in my brain—of my first date since Steven. It also reminded me what I definitelydon’twant in a date. I text Adam.
Nicole:
Any good memes for bad dates?
Adam:
…
The dots disappear and reappear for a while, before he finally sends me a meme featuring Anna Kendrick with a wide grin on her face. It says:
“I hadn’t had a date in a while, so I went to the grocery store andbought some.”
I groan.
Nicole:
I can actually hear the rimshot on that one
Nicole:
But I meant the other kind of date
Adam:
I was afraid of that. Are you okay?
Nicole:
Yeah, just need a funny meme to cheer me up?
Adam:
At your service
He sends a second meme, this one is a view of a woman’s face with a man’s shoulder in the foreground, showing that she’s sitting across from somebody. Her eyes are wide. The caption reads:
“When he asks me to repeat the fake phone number that I gave him again.”
Nicole:
[smiley face emoji] Thanks, Adam. Night
Adam:
